My House

I have a house I've lived in long:I can't recall my going in.'Twere better bartered for a songEre ruin, rot and rust begin.When it was fresh and fine and fair,I used it with neglect, I fear;But now I husband it with careAnd cherish it form year to year.

Oh do not put it to the flameWhen I have gone, but let the dust,The honest earth from which it came,Reclaim it as is only juts.For when at last I close the door,And turn the key and go away,I deed my house forever moreTo silence, sleep and slow decay.

My house is old beyond repair,And soon I must abandon it,A poor ghost, seeking everywhereTo find a home as fine and fit;But if I win domain divineWherein eternally to dwell,I'll not forget, O Body Mine!Life home of Me, I've loved you well.